Zhuo Wuyan flew out to the front of the array, lifted his palm, and the Primordial Magnetic Treasure Bead shot upward, hanging above his head.
The bead's surface flowed with radiance, the light around it subtly warping.
"I am Zhuo Wuyan of the True Intent Sect."
His Dao-voice transmission resounded across the battlefield.
"Who dares come forward to fight me?"
Seeing the Demon Tide surging, Zhuo Wuyan knew in his heart that victory was nearly impossible.
If he could challenge the enemy Demon General in single combat before the array and kill him, he could blunt the enemy's edge and bolster his own side's morale.
"Haha! What luck! So much blood food—enough for your lord to feast to his fill!"
A towering bull-headed brute's voice boomed like a great bell, his axe head knocking loudly against his chest armor, scarlet bull eyes filled with greed.
"Shut up, Niu Dalei."
The Golden Spirit Race Demon General barked, "We go together, end this quickly, don't delay proper business."
